Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.